The Poetry of Brian Langley
I took the grandkid fishing
Just like I did last year.
We walked down to the riverbank -
I carried all the gear.
We sat down on our fold up chairs;
The water looked just fine
She said that she’d forgotten how -
So I rigged up her line.
Then as I started on my own
I got that helpless look
As she said “Grandad, if you’ve time
Please help me bait my hook.”
So on her hook I put a worm
And showed her how it’s done;
She said “For girls, that sort of thing
Is not all that much fun.”
“I’d really love you granddad,
If each and every time
You’d thread the worm onto my hook
Cos I don’t like the slime.”
“And if you really wouldn’t mind
Can you please cast it out?
You’ll get much further out than me
I don’t have any doubt.”
I cast her line out to the deep
And handed her the rod
As she sat down, she said she might
Just like to catch a cod.
Read all 21 verses in my booklet "The Forest and other verses"
(c) Brian Langley April 4 2007
